"I don't want to talk about it, I've done enough I think, I don't want to
spend more money, Don't want another drink. I would scratch out all the
images, if I had the chance. Don't ask me what I'm thinking, can't you see
I only want to dance?
-From "Dance Without Sleeping" By Melissa Etheridge
(Author's note: I promised I'd warn about prospective violence, consider yourselves prepared)
"Dare?" Reyes smiled. "You chose dare?"
"Why, shouldn't I have?" Doggett was starting to feel nervous.
"Dance with me. That's your dare." Reyes leaned over and turned the radio up. The song was in French (remember this is Canada) but they didn't care. It was beautiful and slow, and they danced. The song seemed to go on forever. By the end they were just standing there, holding each other. Reyes didn't care that he wasn't attracted to her. She placed her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. "Truth," she whispered.
"What do you think of me now?" he already knew the answer. But he wanted to hear her say it.
"Oh, John. I think you're sweet, charming, attractive, funny, trustworthy...and I know you know how I feel about you, and I don't care if you don't feel the same..."
He interrupted her. "Don't feel the same? Monica, how can you say that?" He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away from him a few inches so he could look her in the eye.
"Mulder, my gun!" Scully screamed at him and pointed frantically towards her pillow. The man had the knife to her throat and was dragging her backward toward the path and wherever he and his friends had camped. He obviously didn't speak English because he didn't even flinch at the word "gun."
"Basta!" [enough/stop] Mulder screamed at the man and pointed the gun at his head. The man pulled Scully up to use her for a shield. She picked her feet up off the ground, trying to make herself as heavy as possible. Mulder took the opportunity to shoot the man in the foot, but the man was moving so much that it just grazed the side of his shoe. He fired again, this time aiming higher and hitting the man square in the kneecap. The man stumbled over backwards, slitting Scully's throat on the way down. For a moment that could've been an eternity, blood spat from her neck with each heartbeat. Then, as her heart stopped, the blood stopped as well.
"But, the way you've been acting...like I was your kid sister or something. Like there's no way you could ever be physically attracted to me."
"That's anything but true. I haven't wanted to put myself in a position where we'd do something we might regret. Monica, if you get pregnant? Think of the consequences. I'm afraid of myself when I'm around you, afraid I won't be able to control myself..."
"Shh, say no more." Reyes placed two fingers on his lips. "I understand. All I needed to know was that you felt the same. I do have one last question, though, before we quit this game. Why did you tell that woman that I was your fiancee?"
"Well...Um..." Doggett actually felt himself blushing. "Wishful thinking?" Reyes just smiled at him. They turned the TV on and sat curled together on the bed. They enjoyed three movies and a few Canadian sitcoms. Doggett eventually fell asleep, but Reyes stayed up most of the night, too excited to sleep.
-From "Dance Without Sleeping" By Melissa Etheridge
(Author's note: I promised I'd warn about prospective violence, consider yourselves prepared)
"Dare?" Reyes smiled. "You chose dare?"
"Why, shouldn't I have?" Doggett was starting to feel nervous.
"Dance with me. That's your dare." Reyes leaned over and turned the radio up. The song was in French (remember this is Canada) but they didn't care. It was beautiful and slow, and they danced. The song seemed to go on forever. By the end they were just standing there, holding each other. Reyes didn't care that he wasn't attracted to her. She placed her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. "Truth," she whispered.
"What do you think of me now?" he already knew the answer. But he wanted to hear her say it.
"Oh, John. I think you're sweet, charming, attractive, funny, trustworthy...and I know you know how I feel about you, and I don't care if you don't feel the same..."
He interrupted her. "Don't feel the same? Monica, how can you say that?" He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away from him a few inches so he could look her in the eye.
"Mulder, my gun!" Scully screamed at him and pointed frantically towards her pillow. The man had the knife to her throat and was dragging her backward toward the path and wherever he and his friends had camped. He obviously didn't speak English because he didn't even flinch at the word "gun."
"Basta!" [enough/stop] Mulder screamed at the man and pointed the gun at his head. The man pulled Scully up to use her for a shield. She picked her feet up off the ground, trying to make herself as heavy as possible. Mulder took the opportunity to shoot the man in the foot, but the man was moving so much that it just grazed the side of his shoe. He fired again, this time aiming higher and hitting the man square in the kneecap. The man stumbled over backwards, slitting Scully's throat on the way down. For a moment that could've been an eternity, blood spat from her neck with each heartbeat. Then, as her heart stopped, the blood stopped as well.
"But, the way you've been acting...like I was your kid sister or something. Like there's no way you could ever be physically attracted to me."
"That's anything but true. I haven't wanted to put myself in a position where we'd do something we might regret. Monica, if you get pregnant? Think of the consequences. I'm afraid of myself when I'm around you, afraid I won't be able to control myself..."
"Shh, say no more." Reyes placed two fingers on his lips. "I understand. All I needed to know was that you felt the same. I do have one last question, though, before we quit this game. Why did you tell that woman that I was your fiancee?"
"Well...Um..." Doggett actually felt himself blushing. "Wishful thinking?" Reyes just smiled at him. They turned the TV on and sat curled together on the bed. They enjoyed three movies and a few Canadian sitcoms. Doggett eventually fell asleep, but Reyes stayed up most of the night, too excited to sleep.